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First Annual Evernight Readers’ Choice Awards semi-finalists announced!

How exciting! Evernight Publishing is holding the Final Voting Process to their RCA for 2013, and My Biggest Fan made it to the semi-final in the category “May/December”. Also semi-finalist in the category “Hottest Bad Boy” is none other than groove rock star Shawn Torien! It’s a true honor to be nominated among so many talented authors.

Please leave your Final Votes here . Polls open until 30th Nov.

Thank you!!

Semi-Finalist MayDec

Semi-Finalist Hottest Bad Boy

Guest spot: Jenny Lyn

Book summary ~ River Reckoning (Trouble in Trespass):

Bond Mason’s roots run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.

U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one of which is his brother, James.

Nathan expected high temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.

The Suwannee is deep, but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his head.

River Reckoning 1st cover art (2) (533x800)

Excerpt (Rated R):

Bond rolled to her knees, still smiling, as she untied the sash to her robe. She let it fall open but didn’t shrug it off her shoulders. It parted in slow motion a few inches then stopped, revealing a swath of golden skin down the center of her body, the inviting valley between her breasts and the small patch of dark trimmed curls at the apex of her toned thighs. Nathan stood motionless, taking her in as he tried to decide what he wanted to set his mouth to first.

“Nathan.” Her fingers nervously toyed with the robe’s sash. He gradually raised his gaze to hers, tearing it away from the temptation of her body. “I have a small confession to make.”

His interest was piqued. “I’m listening.”

Color flooded her cheeks. He put one knee on the mattress and kissed her jaw reassuringly. She braced her hands on his biceps, the heat of a sigh warming his ear. “Last night when you were kind of … bossy … I liked it … a lot.”

He grinned. That was some admission. His single-minded cock wholeheartedly approved. It was so hard it threatened to bust through the teeth of his zipper. “You like me telling you what to do, huh?”

She nodded. Her fingers caught the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it over his head. “I like it when you talk.”

“Last night you said I talked too much.”

“I can’t be held accountable for the things I say during incredible sex. I want you to talk.”

Incredible sex. No argument there, it had been. Tonight was going to top that.

The robe slipped off one shoulder exposing her right breast, an enticement impossible to resist. Nathan ducked his head and made a lazy circle around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. It tightened to a stiff peak. He felt her fingers slide through his hair, heard the tiny moan she made in her throat. “Dirty?” he asked against her skin.

“Anything. I want to listen, not think. I like your voice, but if you were saying naughty things it would be even better.”

He chuckled as he eased off the bed. Bond sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs expectantly. “Take your hair down.”

She released the clip, allowing the dark mass to tumble free. When she shook her head, damp curls slid over her shoulders. Nathan reached out and wound a long lock around his fingers, tugging gently. “You’re stunning.” More color flooded her cheeks and neck. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. “Come closer.”

Rising to her knees, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing her chest to his. Nathan caught the lapels of her robe in his fists and pulled it down her arms, trapping them at her sides. He buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses across the tender, fragrant skin. Her scent made him drunk with desire, crazy with need. Never had he been so affected by a woman as he was by Bond. She was like some illicit drug, and he’d become a hopeless addict with one sample.

 

Author Bio:

I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.

I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.

 

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Social Media Links:

Website: http://www.authorjennylyn.com/

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In the author spotlight: Kacey Hammell

I’m very pleased to welcome fellow Evernight author Kacey Hammell to present her latest release, Sweetest Splendor!

Book 2: Club Splendor (sequel to Sweetest Salvation)

A Romance on the Go Short Story (30 pgs)

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Romance

Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys

ISBN# 9781771306119

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5 Stars ~ “Scorching hot friends to lovers story with enough heat to frazzle eReaders and just the right amount of sweet to touch hearts. Sweetest Splendor is one heck of a spicy read!” JoAnne, Amazon

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long.  She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?

Excerpt:

© Kacey Hammell, 2013

Bridget gasped and inched away from him. Turning, her eyes locked with his. Her bottom came up against the table behind, her heart racing, realizing there was little room to move. She was trapped between Zander and the wooden object. Nerves skated down her spine. The hunger and need in the darkness of his eyes emboldened her, filled her with a confidence she never experienced before.

No time to think about that. Not when desperate need coursed through her. His first kiss against her skin changed things. There was no way she’d accept just friendship with him now.

Anxious, wanting to hold onto this moment with him, and share her innermost desires, she grabbed the remote from the table and hit a button. The curtains behind her opened. She watched Zander’s eyes shift upward and go wide. They returned to hers and he grinned.

Bridget hit another button and the room filled with moans and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. She trembled hearing the couple’s rough but no-doubt-exhilarating sex behind the glass. Always hard on each other while at the same time as gentle as their love, both enjoyed vigorous and no-holds barred sex and gave no apologies.

Zander stepped toward her, and skimmed his palms across her stomach, creating heat and butterflies circling inside her. So hot, his skin warmed her.

But when he lowered his head to hers, his lips gliding against hers, all thoughts fled and she pulled him closer, need and anticipation filling her.

Empowered, she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. He moaned and opened wider for her, allowing her to discover the delicious taste of him. Cupping his ass cheeks, she held him close as they explored, and his palms drifted over the globes of her bottom.

Her heart thrummed as he fisted the soft cotton of her skirt then tugged her even closer. She didn’t think it was possible to be so absorbed in this man. She craved crawling all over him for endless hours.

Zander pressed his forehead against hers. “Bridget,” he muttered, “I want you. So much.”

“I want you too.” She brushed her lips against his.

Lifting his hands, he made quick work of the buttons of her blouse. He pulled open the sides, and groaned. “This is what you wear to work?”

He smoothed his fingers along the valley between her breasts and skimmed over the sheer see-through material of her bra. She loved lingerie and spent as much money as possible at Victoria’s Secret. Her one indulgence, she treated to herself whenever she socked her school money away from her allotted bi-weekly checks or any extra income from working more hours at the club.

His wide and hungry eyes made her feel sexy and she smirked at him. “You don’t like it?”

“If I liked it any better I’d have a heart attack right now. Jesus, gorgeous…your tits are so hot behind that lacy stuff.”

Available at:
Evernight Publishing / Amazon.com / Amazon.ca  / Amazon UK / aRe / Bookstrand / Smashwords

 

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass and emotion to the Contemporary Romances she writes.

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

Connect with Kacey…

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New release: Tamsin Baker’s Impossible Desires

Anyone in the mood for something out of the box?

A novella length Regency period M/F with a Female Domme… wanna read more?

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BLURB:

A widow who likes to control. An earl with no time for innocence. A relationship bound by dark needs and subversive desires set in the glittering world of Regency England.

Lord Gareth Osborne is a wealthy earl in need of a wife, but the insipid debutantes he encounters do not fulfil the darkest fantasies of his soul. He fears that it will be impossible to find a woman who will satisfy his needs and make a suitable companion, until he meets the sensual, self-assured Eleanor.

Lady Eleanor Rossette is newly widowed, though not unhappily so. Her marriage put her into the hands of an abusive, controlling man, and Eleanor knows she will never surrender her control again. She yearns for a strong, passionate man who will yield to her in the bedroom, and she wants that man to be Lord Osborne…

EXCERPT:

“Thank you for bringing me into the night air, my lord. Would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass of punch?” Eleanor smiled as prettily as possible and watched the Viscount’s face crumple. The punch was on the other side of the ballroom.

But good manners dictated that he retrieve it for her and being a widow, Eleanor was free to be alone.

“Of course, my lady.”

She watched the young lord scurry off and took a deep breath as she walked out towards the gardens. There was beauty to be found everywhere, even in London.

“You got rid of the whelp, I see.”

Eleanor smiled and wrapped her arms around herself. His voice sent shivers racing across her skin. She could only imagine what his lips might do.

“That is not kind, Gareth.”

She kept her eyes fixed ahead and used the rest of her senses to reach out to him. His swift intake of breath made her smile again.

“Why do you call me Gareth?”

She turned at this and felt her stomach leap. His black eyes were ablaze with passion for her. She had not been wrong about him.

“That is your name, is it not?” She dropped her arms to her sides and allowed her figure to be easily appraised. His eyes didn’t waver from hers. He stared into her eyes and that pleased her greatly.

“No one calls me Gareth, not even my parents.”

His confusion was clear, and triumph filled her. Shock was a new emotion to the man in front of her. Good.

“Gareth, you may call me Eleanor if it would make you feel more comfortable.”

She smiled again, unable to stop herself. Fun was a new aspect in her life and she intended to keep it.

“Eleanor, come home with me.”

The look of shock on Gareth’s face made her wonder if he had even registered the words in his brain before they spilled from his lips.He then clenched his jaw and raised his head a fraction. He may not have meant to speak aloud, but it was clear to Eleanor that he had meant what he had said.

She couldn’t go home with him. Not yet. Her future happiness with this man depended on him wanting to keep her for more than one night.

“Ask me again next time we meet,” she whispered, putting all of her longing into her eyes, allowing him to see how much she wanted him.

He growled in response and took a step towards her.

Her stomach dropped in anticipation of his action. Would he kiss her right here on the balcony?

As though she had planned it to stop his advance, the Viscount stepped out onto the balcony with her drink.

“My lady.” He half bowed as he rushed the glass to her fingertips.

Eleanor smiled in thanks and drank the cold liquid in one gulp. Her throat was sore and dry – when had that happened?

“My lord.” The viscount bowed in greeting to Gareth and stepped closer to her side.

Eleanor smothered her smile and looked up again at her chosen mate.

Gareth inclined his head and she curtsied low. “I hope you are feeling better soon, Lady Rossette.”

She watched him walk away and found herself wishing that their courtship was already over. She had to tread so carefully, build their relationship up to how it should be. Yet she wanted nothing except a life with that man. She was so impatient she could scream.

Releases November 1st 2013

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